Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Weather the rain


Life is full of bumps and surprises as we all know. It will not always be a smooth journey. If it has been courteous so far, then you haven't gone really far in life. You have failed to drive along life's long road of valley so deep and mountain so high. You have yet face a weather of hurricanes and live a life with no boundaries. You have not taken the road less travelled. We all have been taught to fear. to be afraid of the things unknown. to take refuge in all things secure. We have been nurtured to be wary of the world out there. to venture alone in this big, scary, dark and dangerous world is a risk that not all are willing to take.

My ex-Vietnamese servant who has so kindly wait at my feet for eons took up that risks, flew to a land where they fly their Union Jacks so proudly and landed a job that does experimental work on environmental friendly washing liquids. It was bravado of him to make that leap, to leave his loved ones behind and to start a life abroad with his passion for washing liquids. To live his dreams even if it demands him to leave the cul de sac. even if it means nights of loneliness in bed starring up into his ceiling blankly pondering if he has made the right decision. How many of us are gallant enough to ride off to the sunset on our white horse heading towards a faraway land where in that kingdom lives a queen whose skin is as fair as snow and whose favourite past time is sipping tea and eating scones? Life is but far a fairytale. If we all live in a world of Aesop fables, I wouldn't need to work for I would have a paedophile dwarf like maniac who likes to dance around fire teach me how to spin hay into gold.

Sometimes the journey is so strenous we feel like giving up. It's even worse when we are made to endure it all alone. No matter where we go, how far we travel, make new friends, find a niche, how high we climb the corporate ladder, how much we top our bank accounts, we are still deficit inside when we are not near to the ones we love the most. We overdraw on our emotional account and we start to feel we owe it to our happiness to hop on the next plane home to where unconditional love flows abundantly. Our hearts battle with our minds. On occasions, it feels like a parliamentary debate going inside yourself. A war errupting. An emotional tug of war. To quit or not to quit. that's the question.

I do not have all the intelligible answers to all life's questions. Even I choke up and get stuck at crossroads. I am still a long way from reaching enlightenment and even if I believe I am God's answer to all troubled and lonely souls, my abilities are limited. However I vindicate that life is about knowing how to dance in the rain without getting struck by lightning and not slip on the pavement and break your hip (as pointed out by the journalist). When the rain comes, let it pour and soak you wet. The sun still comes out and when it does, you get a rainbow. The rainbow is the symbol of God's promise. A promise of better tomorrows. An assurance that life will not always be shades of grey but rather, if you hang on long enough and allow the rain to drench you silly, there is a whole spectrum of colours waiting for you.

Plan Bee, this is for you - there is a difference between sacrificing for something and sacrificing for nothing. Only you can tell the difference.